harry potter book of crimes

"Your Majesty is a great king."

"Then Barbre is a loyal soldier."

On the North Sea east of the United Kingdom, a troop transport ship was slowly sailing toward Norway across the sea. And on the front deck of one of the ships, two soldiers wearing red Royal Guard uniforms were looking back.

They were looking toward the harbor out to sea, talking quietly to each other.

Probably because of the strong wind at sea, neither of them wore the tall bearskin hats they usually wear when standing guard.

"Barbre... maybe!" One of the guards stroked the hilt of his sword and shook his head slightly. "To be able to insist on staying there when His Majesty ordered us to leave her and evacuate is to be 'loyal.'"

The word "Loyalty" is already his epitaph. Although... perhaps what he did was not just for the reason of 'loyalty'..."

In fact, as the guard said, they were "driven" to the North Sea by the Queen's order.

They were originally the direct guards of the British royal family. This time, under the order of Her Majesty the Queen, they were leading the last army to protect the royal family to join the prince who had taken refuge in Norway.

As for Her Majesty the Queen herself... before they left, the seemingly endless fog had spread to the front of the manor. By now, the manor may have been swallowed up in the fog, and the Queen herself must have also...

"Don't think so much," at this time, another guard couldn't help but sighed, "let's think about what to do next! You said, we really have to do what His Majesty said.

?"

Before he finished speaking, the other party nodded immediately.

"Her Majesty the Queen takes great care of our family, so I am willing to complete this task for Her Majesty and for the future of the royal family... Barbray can be loyal, and so can I. If you can't do it, leave it all to me.

!”

Until the early hours of this night, most of the British Empire had completely fallen.

…

Just as the troop ship carrying most of the British royal guards and some members of the royal family sailed onto the North Sea, in the front garden of the royal manor in northern England, the Queen was standing in the center of the garden with the only remaining small group of guards.

.

Not far in front of the queen, Barbre stood alone against the wind, looking blankly at the gray mist outside the yard that was like a towering city wall approaching little by little.

To be honest, just the majestic momentum that is constantly approaching is enough to scare people. Not to mention, everyone here now knows to some extent what terrible things are waiting in the mist.

With everyone.

But it was at this moment that he heard the queen behind him suddenly say:

"Barbre... you really don't need to stay here. Although you already have the ability to cast magic, you obviously don't have the strength to compete with this huge disaster, right?"

It has to be said that although the Queen seems to only care about the safety and honor of the royal family at all times, many of her decisions so far are completely different from her kind appearance, making people feel quite ruthless.

But if you peel off the imperial shell on her body and remove the burden of the royal family from her shoulders, you can find that she has always been just a kind and gentle woman in essence.

While feeling such a sharp contrast in this queen, even the loyal guards gathered around her couldn't help but sigh secretly.

However, Barbre, who was facing away right now, seemed to have no time to lament the Queen's life. And he did not answer what the Queen just said, but just stood there like a tower.

like a statue.

Upon seeing this, the Queen paused for a moment and then said again:

"Barbrey, I know you are staying here because of Mr. MacLean, right? But in this case, you have no reason to stay here. Maybe you don't know that deep in the mountains and forests behind this manor, there is

The wizarding school where Mr. McClane studied magic and once worked... Now that you know magic, you should be able to find it. I think you should go there and wait for Mr. McClane's return."

Barbre's family had been ordered by the Queen to be taken on a ship to Norway for refuge, including the family members of the guards who stayed here who volunteered to sacrifice for the Queen. Therefore, it stands to reason that Barbre should be gone long ago.

No more worries.

However, after the Queen's persuasion, Barbre, who had never spoken, finally said dullly: "Your Majesty, I'm not waiting for Mr. MacLean to come back... Well, maybe that was the case before, but not now."

He didn't look back when he spoke, he just looked at the fog wall approaching and continued speaking quite calmly.

"Your Majesty, do you know? When I gained this power that day, Mr. MacLean quietly said something to me. He said, 'As long as I can master this power, I have the right to think for myself.'

.So, these days, I have been trying to 'think'..."

"But to be honest, I am very stupid. Let alone come up with any conclusions, I don't even know what I should think about."

"And it wasn't until just now, when I watched Your Majesty order you to forcibly drive away the guards who originally wanted to stay, that I made the first decision of my own in my life. This may sound strange.

Because the answer I came up with is actually the same as my job responsibilities."

Having said this, he suddenly straightened his collar, and then said seriously:

"Your Majesty, I will fulfill my duty as a royal guard and protect your safety with my life. Wherever you are, I will be there until the last moment!"

Before he finished speaking, the dozen or so members of the guard beside the queen seemed to be aroused by his words, and suddenly drew their swords and shouted:

"Wherever the queen is, we will be there!"

And it was at the moment when the guards expressed their determination that a large number of living corpses of various shapes finally burst out of the fog that had reached the entrance to the vestibule, swarming towards them.

When Barbre saw it, he immediately raised his hands high, and a violent hurricane rushed forward like an overwhelming mountain.

It must be said that his hard training during this period has been very effective. He continued to hone according to the training methods Maka left for him, which enabled him to stably control the air flow to attack.

Unfortunately, facing the countless zombies of all sizes occupying the ground and sky, his strong wind could only slightly disrupt the movement of the zombies in the front row.

After a while, the entire manor was completely overwhelmed by countless enemies.